The Rocky Mountain Elk May 2014 | Page 5

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Beyond the Fences

Kicking rocks down the gravel road, Marci wallowed from side to side, believing it would somehow add some excitement to her Saturday afternoon. She didn’t have much to do as her parents, research biologists, ventured out into the rangeland and studied the animals that grazed the mountains, forests, and deserts of northern Utah. It was an inevitable cycle as the early morning shuffling began and Marci woke up to an empty sunlit living room. She spent most of her days going out on her own but staying along the fences and gravel roads.

Marci and her parents had been in living in the park for 6 months. 6 months trying to figure out how she was going spend her time her. She knew the areas around their cabin to the edge of the canyon where the river began, but she never went beyond it. Being the daughter of two researchers had its perks. She traveled to places many people have never seen but she lived in areas far too remote for many people to believe there was any chance of civility or survival. However, in her isolation, her senses for the life around her grew. Marci knew the sounds of hatching eggs, the drones of a nearby beehive, and the vibrations antelope herds just behind her home.

As she leaned on the fence post Marci came to the realization she might know that area just as well as her parents knew the land beyond the fences. She knew now what she wanted to do, and it was beyond the fences.